Only the great elders in the distance were able to discern the mystery directly.

The eyes of the Great Elder Xianqing flickered, and there was surprise in his voice: "The white magic sword in the hands of Junior Brother Tianyuan should be made from the Taoist bones of a very powerful tiger demon emperor. So.

During the attack, the sword energy transformed into the shape of a tiger. It was the power of the sword itself, not Junior Brother Tianyuan's magic."

That's right! That's exactly it.

The three elders standing next to him also nodded in agreement with the opinion of the elder Xianqing and stroked their long beards with their hands.

One of the great elders sighed: "As a disciple of the Celestial Master, even if it is just a registered one, the cultivation resources he has are unimaginable! He was actually given a Taoist bone left by the powerful tiger demon emperor.

It’s also a rare complete spinal part. It can be used to refine a magic sword and I’m a little envious of it.”

The Great Elder Xianqing looked at him with a smile and shook his head gently.

"Master Nephew, you are mistaken. Perhaps Junior Brother Tianyuan can reach this point so quickly, and he will be among the best in the thousands of years of history of Longhu Mountain. Of course, he has the great help of the headmaster Tianshi. But at least in his hands

The Demon Dao Bone Magic Sword was obtained by himself."

oh?

The elder who just said he envied Ah Huang was stunned and his eyes were confused.

The Great Elder Xianqing explained.

"Junior Brother Tianyuan's soul is vaguely connected with the aura of the tiger-like Demon Emperor Dao Bone, and the mana circulates continuously. This is clearly a manifestation of the rules of heaven in the dark. It means that this Demon Emperor Dao Bone was obtained by his own hands. Not

Give it to others! Otherwise, there would be no such breath."

I see!

The other three great elders all looked at the great elder Xianqing with admiration - only he could see this deeper thing.

This shows how profound his cultivation is!

"Junior brother Tianyuan, you really keep giving us surprises. The headmaster Tianshi's way of looking at people is indeed beyond what we can compare with."

The Great Elder Xianqing looked at Ah Huang on the stage and secretly sighed...

at this time.

The tiger-shaped sword that Ah Huang had just slashed was already heading towards Zhang Yifeng, and the opponent was shocked. Apparently he did not expect that Ah Huang would be able to easily launch such a powerful sword attack after experiencing a series of fierce battles?

"The tiger escapes with the wind!"

A whirlwind suddenly appeared around Zhang Yifeng, and his figure was looming, as if his whole person was integrated with the wind blowing around him. His whole person disappeared and escaped with the wind, and ordinary spells could not hit him at all.

"This is a Tao technique I created after watching the wind in the mountains blowing through the woods and comprehending it for more than half a year. I don't believe it. I can't even dodge your sword energy. As long as I dodge your blow, I can breathe.

Opportunity."

He secretly thought that he still had a chance to make a comeback!

But what Zhang Yifeng never expected was that the tiger-shaped sword energy split instantly in front of him - from one tiger to dozens or hundreds. It turned into a group of tigers!

They came from all directions, from the sky and the earth, and rushed towards him with their teeth and claws. Those sweeping hurricanes could not stop him.

Zhang Yifeng looked horrified and shouted: "No!!!"

Then he was overwhelmed by the surging tiger-shaped sword energy...

The place was filled with white firelight and sword aura, and it was so chaotic that it was impossible to see what the scene was like.

But after learning what the elder Dianji said just now, the crowd of onlookers no longer worried that Ah Huang would kill him - it should just be a lesson.

Just as they thought, the tiger-shaped sword energy hit back and forth a few times before disappearing without a trace. Only a person lying on the ground in the shape of a "big" was left...

His clothes were in tatters and his hair was disheveled. He looked like a miserable beggar who had been severely beaten! How miserable and miserable.

However, although he looked miserable, he was not actually injured. Those tiger-shaped sword energy only knocked him to the ground and cut his robes and hair horizontally, but did not really hurt him.

Cough cough cough...

Zhang Yifeng coughed violently, covered his chest with his hands, and tried hard to get up from the ground. However, he found that he could not move, so he could only lie on the ground and breathe heavily.

How embarrassing!

Really embarrassed!

Frustration, regret, pain... all kinds of complex emotions lingered in Zhang Yifeng's heart.

At this moment, he extremely regretted listening to his uncle's words and looking for trouble with "Ancestor Huang". Otherwise, how could he, the peerless genius of Longhu Mountain and the peerless genius of the middle-aged generation, end up in such a situation?

Embarrassed in front of so many people.

Ah Huang tilted his head slightly, looked sideways at the Chuan Gong elder who was forming curse seals with his hands from the corner of his eyes, and snorted coldly.

The white magic sword in his hand pointed at him, and the sword trembled slightly.

He said loudly: "Elder Chuan Gong, do you want to continue the competition? You don't even have 50% of the mana left in your body. Do you think you can still fight this ancestor alone?"

this……

The elder Chuan Gong stopped casting the spell. He looked at the ancient elder who was rubbing his chest under the ring, and then at Zhang Yifeng, who was lying on the ring in tattered clothes and unable to get up. He hesitated for a moment, and then sighed heavily.

tone.

Facing Ah Huang, he bowed deeply and held his hands in his hands: "My uncle is gifted with extraordinary talents and profound magic power. He is a true cultivation wizard who has been rare in hundreds of years. Junior, I am willing to be inferior! I surrender."

After saying that, he also walked off the ring and sat next to the elder of the classics. The two looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled bitterly, looking depressed.

nonsense!

Can they not be miserable and depressed?

As the two strongest elders in the Tiger Hall, the high-level experts in Longhu Mountain, they were slapped in the face in front of so many disciples today!

Moreover, they and Ah Huang... had no disputes or conflicts! The person Ah Huang wanted to step on was Zhang Yifeng, and the two of them were just there to make up the numbers.

Unlucky, really unlucky.

From then on, in the minds of the Chuan Gong elders and the classics elders, Zhang Lin and Zhang Yifeng are two "bad luck stars" who will bring bad luck. They must stay away to avoid such unreasonable disasters next time...

...Although he was not injured, he was very depressed because of the loss of face.

Silence, total silence!

Everyone around the arena was looking at Ah Huang's proud and erect figure. There were various expressions of admiration, awe, envy... in his eyes.

But no matter which one it is, they all saw the grace of this young "Ancestor Tianyuan" today!

At the same level of cultivation, one versus three!!!

This is simply incredible.

I don't know which Longhushan disciple in the crowd was the first to shout something like "Ancestor Huang is mighty". The whole crowd was excited.

Especially the many disciples with lower realms and lower status all applauded him one after another.

Suddenly, Ah Huang's popularity skyrocketed.

He stood on the ring, looking at his fellow disciples cheering around him, and felt so happy that he almost went to heaven.

"Hahaha! My cultivation strength and my ability to show off are on par with Little Yoko's, right? I really want to see him soon and let him know how powerful I am."
Chapter completed!